the day ends
but not so
this longing
in my heart
Author: zdunno03
“I don’t think inspiration just comes from the sky. I think you have to sit down and you have to work. Sometimes it’s…”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“I don’t think inspiration just comes from the sky. I think you have to sit down and you have to work. Sometimes it’s really hard, and sometimes things come easier, but really you have to show up, you have to get to work, and you have to have determination.”
Tara Donovan, sculptor
another untitled poem by Li Shang-yin
For ever hard to meet, and as hard to part.
Each flower spoils in the failing East wind.
Spring’s silkworms wind till death their heart’s threads:
The wick of the candle turns to ash before its tears dry.
Morning’s mirror’s only care, a change at her cloudy temples:
Saying over a poem in the night, does she sense the chill in the moonbeams?
Not far, from here to Fairy Hill.
Bluebird, be quick now, spy me out the road.
translated by A.C. Graham
“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe”
H. G. Wells, writer
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Wanderer’s Song by Meng Chiao
The thread in the hand of a kind mother
Is the coat on the wanderer’s back.
Before he left she stitched it close
In secret fear that he would be slow to return.
Who will say that the inch of grass in his heart
Is gratitude enough for all the sunshine of spring?
translated by A.C. Graham
Pien River blocked by Ice by Tu Mu
For a thousand miles along the river, when the ice begins to close,
Harness jades and girdle jaspers tinkle at the jagged edge.
The drift of life’s no different from the water under the ice
Hurrying Eastward day and night while no one notices.
translated by A.C. Graham
Held Up by Head Winds on the Tz’u-hu-chia: Five Poems: the second in the series by Su Tung-p’o
Slimmer and slimmer–my chances of going home;
endless green hills ahead, water touching sky.
Even here a small boat comes selling cakes.
I’m glad to hear there’s a village this side of the mountain.
translated by Burton Watson
from Untitled Love Poem II by Li Shang-yin
hearts shouldn’t try to be flowers
that just keep opening up
for every inch of longing
they make an inch of ashes.
translated by David Young
Dreams by Ai Qing
Waking hours
Are crammed with fantasy
Then dreams
Drop in to visit while you sleep
Perhaps an early childhood sweetheart
Or an old buddy arriving from far away
Grief writhes on an inner-spring mattress
Ecstatic rendezvous occur on a heap of straw
While poverty-stricken you receive gifts
When you’re affluent you get robbed
It could be a false alarm
Or the inkling that more is amiss.
treanslated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
One Generation by Gu Cheng
Dark nights endowed me with eyes for darkness
Yet with them I seek light
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
note: Written in response to the Cutural Revolution but yet it seems appropriate for these times, too.
Leonard Durso 